Songtext Buck 50 Ghostface Killah

Buck 50

[method]
Who Im is? the phenom, them niggaz cant live
Who Im is? we aint got shit, somethin got to give
Yall done flipped yall wig, blacked out the crib
Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze
*sniff* lookin at your ice like geez!
Im plottin on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard yall kids is bout that, psychotherapy
You buggin where the couch at? wu, til they bury me
Never tell a lie, like george with the cherry tree
Now its cherry pie - if its not broke, let it be
Aint nuttin nice in - new york
Stick you for your cake and your icing
That tough talk? dont mean nuttin when youre up north
So keep them hands where I can see em like you want freedom
You know that saying - if you cant join em, beat em
And push your way in
We aint acrobats but we flip on occasion
Pick the pace up, pants saggin pull your waist up
Niggaz rentin slums usually jacob, fool!
Youre like, dude! I dont like your fuckin attitude
Frontin on my clan from the stat when we aint mad at you

[ghostface]
Yo, yo
Starks flippin cheesyface measly paced ofays
Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste
The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy
Educated birds say, ghost you so crazy!

.. theres no love to be found

[cappadonna]
Cappa slide through with the ghost
Post up like paint on walls
Drip jewels, big heat
Ruffle inside the bubblegoose
Its the odd couple
Hollow points follow you home, staten island
Playin with the big toys that make noise
Echo in the hall, a scared voice
Niggaz start to act choice, but duncan hines
Didnt know betty crocker had them two nines
Made the club moist, shattered the windows
Dustheads runnin (yo)
The rap kingpin bust the black jesus is comin

[redman]
Yo
The words you talk, thatll be the words you walk
Body you in the bed where the nurses are
Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart
Til it plagues from bricks to the persian gulf
Light circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off
That explains why my language off
My gun aim and cough, yall aint trained to brawl
Yall more like in trainin bras
Wet behind the ear, youre not prepared
For the project flow, with extra stairs
I pass out a vest to wear (bullets, flyin)
Yo, the hard wire, startin barn fires
Pullin mad, so you know its me
And your weed got more seeds than odb
Cant smoke witcha, watch ghost tie rope to ya
Def and wu will open ya

[method]
.. eat a dick like (huh)
Baby shake your shit, girl youre thick like (huh)
Gettin rich like ..

.. theres no love to be found

[ghostface]
Word.. its me yall..
We in two-sixs flirtin with bitches
Dime plus takin pictures, how you doin baby? my name ghost
Dont get caught up in my chains, or the way that I speak
Seek intelligence, slickest nigga goin since grease
Check out the grays on the side of my waves
I grew those on rikers island
Stretched out, balled up in the caves
Pull a boot out on jimmy jam, text takes jam
Silky texture, jordan jumped up like clyde drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come
Biggies versaces, snow white rabbit
Hands is like photographic magic, funeral love
Movin when we hug, dont make it a habit
Hit the gym for two weeks, come back all chiseled
Elbows unique now, meet the new me
Ghettofabulous, ton atlas
Zulu nation in the 80s in front of macys
I start my own chapters
Tyco nightglow velvet pose, special effects
High-tech armors merc you at the shows
Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious
Dociousaliexpifragalisticcalisuper
Cancun, catch me in the room, eatin grouper..

[method]
Shoe fly shoo, wally don clark crew
Fuck yall wanna do? crack a brew, smoke an l or two
And flip like (huh)
Killin for the whole click is sick like (huh)
You and your stank bitch eat a dick like (huh)
Baby shake your shit, girl youre thick like (huh)
Gettin rich like (huh) yeah..

.. theres no love to be found